Novel & Cerita Kaido Dragon Tattoo

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

My eyes met the rest of the witches, who all gave me warm and inviting smiles. “Come, it is time,” Kaede says and walks into the forest, Kai’s brothers following suit. When I look at Kai, I feel that string pull taut again at the sight of him; bare-chested, wearing nothing but a black pair of loose-fitting pants that end at his calves. The tattoos all over his chest and arms look as if they were made to be there, and his long hair is hanging loose over his shoulders. My mate is so incredibly beautiful; I could stare at him all day and never tire.

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

As they entered the final courtyard, three figures rushed toward Adrian, but they were swiftly subdued by the Draco Force and collapsed to the ground. The seventh-grade men knelt before Adrian, trembling uncontrollably, unable to move or speak. "It appears to be you three," Adrian remarked, lifting the constraints on them. "What brings you to our establishment?" inquired the leader. The man’s upper body was exposed, revealing a black dragon tattoo adorning his back. Unlike the vibrant tattoos on Thalia, this one appeared crude and cheap.

My eyes met the rest of the witches, who all gave me warm and inviting smiles. “Come, it is time,” Kaede says and walks into the forest, Kai’s brothers following suit. When I look at Kai, I feel that string pull taut again at the sight of him; bare-chested, wearing nothing but a black pair of loose-fitting pants that end at his calves. The tattoos all over his chest and arms look as if they were made to be there, and his long hair is hanging loose over his shoulders. My mate is so incredibly beautiful; I could stare at him all day and never tire.

The tattoo was a violent, beautiful testament to exactly who she was and what she had survived to claim this throne. Giordano’s gaze dropped to the ink, his chest heaving as his eyes tracked the twin dragon heads framing her ribs, the blade cutting straight down her center. A low, appreciative groan tore from his throat, his knuckles twitching as he looked at the raw mark of her power.

Had Jag and Sid gone and gotten new tattoos? Camille knew that the markings on a Draygonian’s face were added when they reached sexual maturity. They signified tribe rank and family. Some were even to denote certain life events such as loss of a loved one. Where they were placed also had significance but Camille hadn’t seen anything about these new ones that now adorned Sid’s arms. They didn’t technically look like anything like the typical tattoos they normally got either. "Hungry?" Sid asked as the door slid shut behind him and the giant male dodged the taego trying to mug him of the food he had brought along.

He spoke with heavy breaths as if he was trying to control himself. “Okay.” I said still breathing hard myself. He sat up placing me in a sitting position before turning his back to me, removing his shirt. Across his back was a beautiful tattoo of a dragon. The swirls of red and gold matched his hair. It was a beautiful masterpiece; I had never seen anything like it before. I traced my fingers across the perfect lines, it was as if magic placed it there. Part of his actual skin. Impossible. I thought looking for the slightest mistake. My fingers traced up towards his shoulder where the head of the dragon sat.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.